crown me 👑 ts + jb

thirteen.

a/n: you know in movies when a person is thinking and then they like fall asleep and start dreaming?? thats whats happening in this chapter and the next.

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Troye hadnt gone to town for weeks.

The last interaction he had with jacob was weird, he didnt, like weird. He had spent most of his time in his study or in his garden and he'd only come down for meals. Sometimes he requested they are brought to his room. He had been replaying the moment him and Jacob shared, even if he wasnt trying to.

He was sitting in his study on night when Alexandria walked in. Troye looked up from the lit candle, he licked the pads of his fingers before standing up.

"You didnt knock," Troye said not taking his eyes away from the candle.

Alexandria bowed her head. "Forgive me." She says and then took note on how intensely Troye was looking at the candle. "Is there something wrong."

"Seems like something is always wrong." Troye said.

The young princess bit her lip. "May I speak freely."

Troye sighed, a scene similar played like this in his head. "You're always free to speak with me Alexandria."

"I don't understand you," She said. "There are somedays where I feel as if you're changing but then you revert back to the man I had met."

"I'm not ment to be understood."

Alexandria scoffs. "Then what are you meant to be," She says. "Because I seem to be having a hard time figuring it out."

Troye stood up. "And what is that supposed to mean Princess Alexandria."

"You talk about being a king that people can come to, a one they needn't fear," She says. "But if I can't how do you expect your people to? Our people. You cannot rule as a king if you act as a bratt."

Troye walked around the desk and stood in front of Alexandria. The young princess looked at Troye and swallowed hard, she may have went a bit too far.

The young prince lifted his hand, he didnt even realize. Alexandria closed her eyes waiting for the blow. Troye saw her reaction and looked down he put his hand down and turned around.

"Leave." Troye said.

Alexandria looked a Troye's back, tears stinging in her eyes. "Troye I-."

"I said go."

Alexandria was about to say something but quickly stopped herself. Even though Troye couldn't see her, the young princess bowed her head and quickly ran out of the room. Troye gripped the edge of his desk, his grip on them so tight he knuckles were starting to turn white. His shoulders were shaking as well as his breath.

He took a deep breath and instead of calming himself down he made it worse. Several tears went down his face as he hunched over. He covered his mouth attempting muffling his cries. What Alexandria said didn't harm him but it did make him realize the man he was turning into.

His father.

Troye almost hit her, something he never did... but his father would. It was no secret to Troye that his father was abusive if his father could hit him he could hit his mother too. Laurelle never said anything, of course, she was always so brave. It made Troye sick to himself that he almost hit Alexandria.

He always swore to himself that he would never be the man that his father was but he quickly realized that that was the man he was becoming

There was a light knock on his door as it opened. "Your highness," A servant says as he slowly walks in. "I'm sorry to disturb you bu-."

"Prepare a carriage for me," Troye says trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm going to town." 

He nods his head. "Of course." He says. 

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As Troye walked through town he had looked around at all of the little shops. He had forgotten how many shops there were.

The young prince looked around at all of the people. Little kids running around and playing, their mothers following a little ways their baskets full of goodies from their trips to all of the little shops. As he looked around he felt someone run into  his legs. He looked down and a little boy with blue eyes much like his very own.

The little boy quickly stood up and bent over so fast that he almost fell over again. "I'm so sorry your highness." He says.

...But if I can't how do you expect your people to? Our people. You cannot rule as a king if you act as a bratt.

Troye bent down to the little boys level and put his hand on the little ones shoulder which caused him to stand up. He looked somewhat like Troye when he was younger.

"It's quite alright," Troye says with a smile. "What's your name?"

The little boy quickly stood tall and puffed out his little chest. "Arthur Leopold." 

"Well..." Troye says with a little chuckle. "Arthur Leopold I hope you have a nice day, and make sure to watch where you're going next time okay."

The little boy quickly gasp and nods his head. "Of course your highness, I will."  

The little boy quickly ran away from the young prince to catch up with his friends. Once he did he tapped the shoulder of one of the other little boys and gestures behind him. The group of little boys look behind them and see Troye. He nods and smiles to the little boys before continuing his walk.

"Your highness," A lady says. "Jacob isn't here today he had to go to the next town over to get some supplies."

"It's alright," Troye says. Ï wasn't looking for him today anyway."

The lady nods her head before going back to a man she was helping. Troye walked a little more till he got to the familiar wooded area that he has grown to love. He walked over to the tree that had the blanket tucked in, grabbed it and spread it out on the ground.   

He then sat down on it and laid down looking at the sky as he did images of Jacob and his mom went through his head. He didn't realize how quiet it was over here, no wonder Jacob liked it so much. This sort of quietness put Troye at ease. He felt like his own person, not some prince.

"Troye?"

Troye sat up, he knew the sound of that voice. It was sweet and smooth, it had some sort of light in it. After a little bit Troye was able to put a name to the voice.

"Mama?" He said.

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